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[callmejamaya]

Like A Home?

(Couldn’t figure which screenshot to post so I posted them all. 🥸)

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2:43 pm

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Malachi moving into a new house was supposed to be his big "mature" moment. The "look at me, I’m a functional member of society" era.

Instead, he’s sitting on the living room floor in a nest of cardboard boxes labeled FRAGILE that are being treated with the same respect as a bag of trash. He has a look on his face. The one where he’s 100% wrong but 1000% committed to the job.

“I know what I’m doing” he says, voice dripping with confidence.

You’re sitting next to him crisscrossed, watching him try to assemble the couch with the instruction manual faced down on the floor. 

“…Do you?” you ask.

“Yes babe” He doesn't even look up. He just keeps aggressively screwing a bolt into a piece of wood that looks like it’s about to give up on life.

You hold in your laugh

“You want help?”

“No I got it. LOOK BABE!” He stands up in victory.

Five seconds later. CRACK. The entire left side of the frame just… slumps. Malachi stares at it, his pride clearly dying a slow death.

“Okay maybe.”

You snatch the manual off the floor and start actually reading it while he sits back down and lays his head on your shoulder. The house is bigger than his old one. quieter. Echoes when you laugh. You try not to think about that too much as you two start putting the couch together the right way.

 “This is nice” you say softly, glancing around the room.

“Yeah?” he says, standing up.

He’s not even looking at the house. He’s watching you, his expression going all soft and melty in a way that makes your stomach do a flip.

“Yeah. Very grown.”

“I’ve been grown.”

He immediately trips over a box of kitchen supplies.

You look at him, not even trying to hide the laugh. “Mhm. Totally grown.”

He disappears into the kitchen to hide his burning ears and you hear a loud crash again. 

“FUCK… I’m fine!”

“Babe that did not sound fine!”

“I’m emotionally fine!” 

You shake your head, laughing as you wander down the hallway while he stays in the kitchen fighting for his life against pots and pans.

“I’m replacing these slippery floors tomorrow!” Malachi yells.

At the very end of the hall, you stop.

The last room is empty. No boxes. No bubble wrap. No chaos of his random shoes. Just late afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows, turning the hardwood gold. It’s the prettiest room in the house.

“Don’t judge it yet.” 

You turn. He’s in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck. Suddenly, the self proclaimed king of the world can’t hold eye contact.

“I was thinking…” he starts, his voice going a little rough. “Maybe this could be like… your space. When you’re here.”

You look at him. 

“My space?”

“Yeah. I mean, you’re gonna be here all the time anyway” he shrugs, trying his absolute hardest to act casual. “Figured you should have somewhere that feels like yours, too. Could use this room as a second closet or put your makeup or whatever in here.”

The room suddenly feels about ten degrees warmer.

“Mal…”

“It’s not a big deal, babe” he says quickly, finally looking at you. “I just.. wanted you to feel comfortable. You know? In my new life. In my house. With me.”

You take a step toward him, your heart doing that annoying thumping thing.

“Babeeeee.”

You don't wait for him to respond before you're on your tiptoes, kissing him. He tastes like the Gatorade he’s been chugging and pure sincerity. His hands settle on their assigned spot on your waist.

“So you like it?” he murmurs against your lips.

“Yeah” you smile. “I love it.”

Standing there with him, the house doesn’t feel so big anymore. It just feels like home.

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Eventually, the house was in much better condition. Boxes were put away, the couch and tv stand was built, Malachi organized his shoes again, pizza was ordered. You both were currently sitting on his mattress in his new bedroom . The extra large bed frame was only half assembled, so you two decided that was tomorrow’s problem.

"You realize..." Malachi said, leaning back on his elbows, tossing a piece of crust into the pizza box. "This is officially the first time in my life I don't have to worry about my mom walking in and asking why I’m 'breathing so heavy' at 2:00 AM."

You choked on your soda from laughing. "Babe what!"

"I’m serious" he chuckles, rolling over to pull you closer. "Now? It’s just us. No curfews, no squeaky floorboards leading to the kitchen, and nobody to judge me for eating cold pepperoni at sunrise."

"Is that your big plan for freedom? Cold pepperoni?"

"That, and other things" he whispered, his voice dropping as he nudged your nose with his. 

You two sit in comfortable silence for a while, just eating until he randomly kisses your lips over and over. 

You smile and look at him. “You ok?”

Malachi smiles. 

“Yeah… it’s just…”

“Just what?”

He’s quiet for a minute and you let him get his words together.

"It's just the move.." he admitted, finally looking at you. "I’ve always been on my own, you know? Only child syndrome. I thought I was an expert at being alone. I figured, 'I’m the only person I need to keep track of, I’m good.' But sitting here, looking at the boxes all day..." He trailed off, his thumb tracing the edge of the packing tape on the mattress.

"I realized I was lying to myself. I think I just got really good at pretending I preferred being alone because it was easier than needing someone."

He reached out, taking your hand and lacing your fingers together, his grip just a little tighter than usual.

"But then I look at you, and I realize I’m not 'on my own' anymore. I moved out, but I’m not going into that quiet space I used to have. I’m going into a life that has you in it. It’s the first time in my life that the 'only child' in me isn’t screaming to run away. It’s just... really grateful I don’t have to do it by myself."

He leaned his forehead against yours, a genuine smile finally breaking through. "Thank you for being here. I love you.”

You feel your heart swell. Warmth spreads through your chest grounding you both on the half finished mattress. For a guy who usually uses bravado like a shield, hearing him admit he’s done with being a "lone wolf" feels more intimate than any of the kissing that came before it.

You squeeze his hand back and peck his lips. 

"I love you too, babe. Always.” 

He smiles and bites his lip as you continue.

“But.. You were never that good at the whole 'solitary' thing. You’re way too loud to be alone."

He lets out a dry, startled laugh against your skin as he kisses your shoulder.

 "Hey, watch it. I’m a man of mystery."

"You’re a man who fought a box of pots and pans… and lost”  you remind him. "But I'm glad I’m the one who got to see it. I'm not going anywhere."

"Good” he murmurs, his eyes fluttering shut as he pulls you down so you're both lying flat on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above. You smile, knowing that while the house might still be full of boxes, everything that actually matters is already exactly where it needs to be.

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Two weeks later: 

The house smelled less like cardboard and floor wax and more like the expensive "Midnight Drift" candles Malachi insisted on buying because they made him feel like a "distinguished homeowner."

You’re standing in the doorway of the room at the end of the hall, your room.

It’s no longer an empty box of golden sunlight. It’s transformed. There’s a plush rug that feels like walking on a cloud, a sleek vanity mirror with the "influencer lighting" Malachi spent three hours cursing at while he mounted it, and a cute little velvet armchair in the corner.

Most importantly, it’s quiet. A stark contrast to the rest of the house where Malachi is currently thumping around, likely trying to figure out how the new "smart" washing machine works.

“Yo, babe!” his voice echoes from the laundry room. “Does ‘Delicates’ mean my hoodies or like my underwear? I accidentally shrunk my boxers when you weren’t here.”

You sit down on the vanity chair. “Hoodies are fine, babe, Just don’t use the high heat!” You yell.

“Copy!”

A moment later, the thumping stops, and you hear his footsteps, much softer now that he’s actually learned where the "slippery spots" are on the hardwood. He appears in the hallway, leaning one shoulder against the frame of your door. He’s wearing a matching grey hoodie and sweats set.

He doesn't say anything at first. He just looks at the room, then looks at you.

“Fits you” he says. “I mean, it’s a little cleaner than the rest of the house, which tracks.”

“It’s perfect” you say, stepping back to take it all in again. “I can actually hear myself think in here.”

“That was the goal.” He walks over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. You both stare at the space together. “I walked past here earlier while you were out, and I saw your shoes by the chair and hair products all over. Not mine. Yours.”

He squeezes you a little tighter.

“It’s a good look” he mumbles into your hair. “Having your mess mixed in with mine. Makes the place feel less like a building I bought and more like... well, you know.”

“Like a home?”

“Yeah” he admits, pressing a quick, scratchy kiss to your cheek. “Even if I still haven’t figured out how to use the dishwasher without it sounding like a jet engine taking off. We’re getting there.”

You turn in his arms, looping your hands around his neck. “We’re definitely getting there. Although, I did see a box of miscellaneous wires in the living room today. Are we ever moving those?”

Malachi’s expression immediately goes flat. “We don’t talk about the Wire Box. That stays until the end of time. It’s a man thing.”

You laugh, the sound bouncing off the walls of your own personal sanctuary. For a guy who was terrified of losing his "only child" freedom, he seems to be doing just fine sharing his world.

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Missed you guys💜

[callmejamaya]

Do you write for Javon Walton?

I can. 💜

[callmejamaya]

YOU REMEMBERED YOUR PASSWPRD BESTIE😭😭

I thought ya’ll threw Malachi away 🥸

[callmejamaya]

Are you still writing for Malachi bae?

YES. I honestly thought everyone moved on bc I haven’t gotten ANY requests. 💀

[callmejamaya]

Hii so idk if i'm just lost or whatever but do you have a masterlist? I can't find it if so hahah

I'm just asking cause all your fics are literally chefs kiss and I would love to have them all gathered somewhere just so it would be easier to find them 🫶🏻

If you don't have one pls don't feel pressure to make one bc of me I know it might take time so absolutely no need xx

I don’t know how to do this 🥲 someone teach me!!

[callmejamaya]

bestie pls show signs that you're alive, how are you? 💔💔

I RANDOMLY REMEMBERED MY PASSWORD 5 SECONDS AGO!! 😭😭 I no longer have the email I set this up with sooo if I lost this account it would've just been over Imaoo. Fanfics WILL be posted this week! 💋

[callmejamaya]

hi bestiee here's just some thoughts about malachi 🫠 (it's too long sorry and I forgot half of the dirty things I think of him)

☆ malachi totally prefers ass/thighs over tits, he likes having his hand there when you're sitting on his lap or when you're kissing his hand he would immediately go to cup your ass and squeeze it a bit, or having his hand in your thigh while he drives because he knows somehow that little gesture makes you wet

☆I 100% believe he has a strength or size kink, he goes a lot to the gym so for me it's obvious he likes feeling big over his girl and loves to pick you up all the time and how easy it's for him to change positions whenever he wants

☆people need to appreciate his hands WAYYY MORE, they're soo big and pretty, he knows you like how long his fingers are so he would probably (again, he totally would) make you suck on them before getting them inside you, he likes having his hands on your neck or caressing your jaw while kissing you

☆malachi LOVES when you give him head, his hand would be tangled in your hand and he would try to be gentle so he doesn't overwhelm you but the moment he's about to cum he would accidentally (on purpose sometimes because he likes seeing you like that) make you gag while thrusting his hips up

☆the first times you had sex he was a prince for how sweet he was, but after both of you get more confident with eachother he would like it rough DEFINITLY, he has a mirror in front of his bed so he would make you watch yourself

☆when he lived with his parents he had to be careful in case they heard some noises (would scold even when he was the loud one), but now that he lives alone malachi just loves not having to worry anymore, would even make the headboar hit the wall

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Bestieeeeeeeee you ate this UP!!! 😭🤏🏽

Jaw. Dropped. 😩😩😩

Consider this an open invitation to dump your brain into my inbox whenever you wantttt 🤭💜

[callmejamaya]

bestie, is it okay to send nsfw blurbs about malachi for you to post? because believe me i have A LOT but I don't want to send it if you're not okay w it🫠

Yesss bestie!! SEND💜

[callmejamaya]

Malachi posted a tiktok of him with his new house tour… my tingly senses are saying you’ll be writing something about it soon 👀👀👀👀👀👀

Yes… but how’d you know 🧐🤭

[callmejamaya]

Wish We Never Broke Up Right Now

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10:00 pm.

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MK’s house was already packed when you walked in. Music shook the walls, laughter bounced through the rooms, and people called out his name. You slipped through the crowd with a small smile, soaking in the chaos. You looked around for a bit, taking in the scenery.

And then you saw him.

Malachi.

He was leaned back against the counter with a red cup in his hand, laughing with his boys. For a second, your chest tightened. It had been almost a month since the breakup, but you caught yourself quick. If he was here, fine. You weren’t about to let it ruin your night.

You kept moving to greet friends. You take three steps and the girls spot you.

“OKAY, fit!” one squealed, pulling you into a hug. Another fixed your necklace. “You look so good.” Phones came out. Flash. Flash. “We’re doing pics later. So don’t get too messed up.” One said as she walked you to the kitchen where the drinks were.

You laughed. “Okay.”

You went into the kitchen, grabbing a cup as the other girls made conversation. Then MK walked up, obviously feeling his drink. He smiled and pulled you into a smothering hug.

“Y/N!!! MI AMIGAAA!”

You laughed as you pulled away. “Happy birthday bro!”

MK smiled, almost tumbling over. “Thank you, thank you! We’re taking pictures later!” He yelled over the music.

“I know I heard!” You yelled back.

“Make sure you tell everyone to use coasters. My parents are gonna kill me if alcohol soaks through the tables.”

You laughed at his drunkenness. “Yeah. I’ll definitelyyyy walk around the party the whole entire time making sure everyone’s using a coaster.”

“Awww!! Thank you!!! I knew I could count on you!” MK said, not catching your sarcasm. Before you could say anything, one of the guys pulled him away to party more.

MK stumbled off with his boys, leaving you laughing to yourself. You turned toward the crowd, adjusting your cup, when a voice came from beside you.

“Need me to grab you a coaster before MK has a meltdown?”

You glanced over and saw a guy leaning casually against the counter. He had a clean cut with an easy smile. Not pushy, just teasing.

You smirked. “Guess you heard him too.”

“Hard not to. I’m Jay by the way.” He offered his hand like you weren’t in the middle of a crowded kitchen. “MK and I go way back.”

You shook it lightly, amused. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” He smiled warmly before glancing at your cup. “You want something lighter? I saw you and your homegirls fighting with the cooler. Half the drinks in there are flat.”

You laughed lightly, adjusting your cup. “Guess I grabbed the wrong one.”

He walked to the fridge and reached toward the back, pulling out a cold drink. “Here.”

“Thank you.” You took it, polite but not too open.

“You from around here?” he asked, leaning against the doorway like he was settling in for a conversation.

You smiled, answering just enough to keep it casual. The exchange was light, nothing serious, but across the room, you could feel eyes on you.

Malachi.

Even while laughing with his boys, his gaze flicked toward you, sharp and unreadable. You ignored it, staying cool, sipping your drink as Jay kept talking.

You glanced up again. Malachi’s eyes were still on you. He wasn’t laughing with his boys anymore. He was watching.

Jay noticed your gaze and looked over. His brows lifted, playful. “That your ex or something? Cause bro looks like he’s about to fight me over nothing.”

You shrugged, calm. “Or maybe he’s just nosy.”

Jay chuckled. “Mm. Either way, I’m cool with it.”

You looked up at him and then MK’s voice cut across the room, loud over the music.

“Outside! Group pics, let’s go! Everyone, move!”

The crowd shifted like a wave. Jay tilted his head toward the door, waiting to follow you out. As you walked, you felt someone close behind. You looked to your side and saw Jay, then your heart dropped a bit seeing Malachi right there.

The group poured into the backyard, cameras already flashing, people yelling and posing.

The night air was cooler outside, a relief after the heat of the house. Everyone crowded together on the porch, MK in the middle, arms thrown around whoever he could grab. Phones flashed, people shouted poses, drinks sloshed dangerously close to clothes.

You laughed as someone pulled you into the frame, flashing peace signs and leaning in. It was chaotic, loud, messy fun.

Then you felt it. That familiar pull.

A flash went off and in your mind, it wasn’t tonight’s porch, it was last year’s. Malachi had been at your side, arm hooked around your waist like it was second nature. He’d always dragged you into pictures, making sure you were right next to him. His grin pressed into your cheek, both of you laughing too hard to hold still.

Another flash tonight. Another memory. Him sneaking kisses between photos, whispering something that made you choke on your drink while everyone else yelled at him to behave.

The next camera click pulled you back into the present. Malachi was only a few feet away, not touching you, not saying anything. But the way his eyes lingered between the flashes said enough.

Someone called for another round of pictures, dragging you to the front. MK’s arm swung heavy across your shoulders. You smiled for the camera, but in the corner of your vision, Malachi was still there. And with every flash, every laugh, another memory slipped through reminding you exactly how it used to feel.

A few minutes later, the crowd slowly scattered after the pictures, people drifting back inside or toward the firepit. MK disappeared almost immediately, dragged off by someone demanding shots.

You stepped off the porch, exhaling. The night felt quieter. Just the hum of music through the walls and the buzz of side conversations.

“Hey.”

You turned to see Jay approaching, drink in his hand.

“You looked like you survived a war up there.”

You laughed softly. “That obvious?”

“A little.” His smile was easy, but his eyes were sharp. “You good?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Just… a lot of memories in one place.”

Jay didn’t push. Just handed you the drink and leaned against the railing beside you. Not too close. Respectful.

“That guy..” he said after a moment, nodding subtly toward the porch. “He doesn’t do subtle, does he?”

You glanced back. Malachi stood near the doorway now, cup forgotten, eyes fixed on you.

“No.” You said quietly. “He never did.”

Jay hummed. “Figured.”

You looked at him, surprised. “Figured what?”

“That he wasn’t over you.”

You squint, confused. “You don’t know that.”

Jay shrugged. “I know the look. And I know when someone’s pretending to have fun.”

Before you could respond, Malachi stepped off the porch.

Your stomach flipped.

He didn’t come all the way over, just close enough that his presence was impossible to ignore.

“Hey… you good?” Malachi asked, voice casual but tight.

You nodded. “I’m fine.”

His eyes flicked to Jay. “Cool.”

Jay, completely unbothered, lifted his cup in a small salute. “What’s up, man.”

Malachi’s jaw tightened. “Just chilling.”

The silence stretched. Thick and uncomfortable.

Jay broke it first. “I was just keeping her company. Making sure she’s not bored.”

Malachi let out a short laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “She’s never bored.”

Jay smiled. “Guess we have different experiences.”

That did it.

Malachi stepped closer.

“You always talk this much, or just when you’re trying to prove something?”

Jay raised his hands slightly, calm. “Relax. I’m not trying to start anything.”

Malachi’s gaze never left him. “Then don’t.”

Jay chewed his lip then looked back at you, softer. “I’m gonna grab some air by the firepit. You’re welcome to join.”

He didn’t wait for Malachi’s reaction. He turned and walked away confident and deliberate.

You stood there, pulse racing.

Malachi exhaled sharply. “Really?”

You looked at him. “Really what?”

“You don’t see what he’s doing?”

You shrugged. “He’s being nice.”

Malachi looked away, jaw clenched. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

You took a step back. “I’m going to the firepit.”

Malachi watched you go, eyes dark, conflicted. For the first time, Jay wasn’t just a placeholder. He was competition.

Malachi went back inside and found MK in the kitchen exactly where he’d expected him to be.

Half slumped against the counter. Red cup refilled. Shirt slightly untucked, like the night had already gotten away from him.

MK squinted when he saw Malachi. “There he issss!” he said with a wide smile. “You look like somebody stole your joy.”

Malachi let out a breath and leaned beside him. “You’re drunk.”

MK grinned. “Astute observation.”

Malachi stared into his cup. The ice had melted a while ago. “You having fun?”

MK nodded enthusiastically. “Best birthday ever.” Then his smile faded just a little. “You’re not, though.”

Malachi didn’t answer.

MK hummed, taking a long sip.

“Is this about Y/n?”

Malachi’s jaw tightened. “You always gotta say her name like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like it still matters.”

MK snorted. “It does.”

That landed harder than Malachi expected.

“She’s with some guy.” Malachi said quietly.

MK nodded, unfazed. “Jay.”

Malachi glanced at him. “You know his name?”

MK nodded. “That’s my boy! Plus, he got her a drink instead of hovering like an idiot.”

Malachi scoffed. “I wasn’t hovering.”

MK blinked at him slowly. “You were staring.”

Silence.

Malachi swallowed. “I didn’t think it’d feel like this.”

MK’s tone softened, just a little. “That’s cause you thought she’d always be there.”

Malachi rubbed his face. “I thought… if we took space, we’d come back better.”

MK shook his head. “Nah. She doesn’t do breaks. She does endings.”

That one hurt.

Malachi’s voice dropped. “You ever think I should talk to her?”

MK studied him, eyes glassy but sharp. “You want to fix things… or you just can’t stand seeing someone else treat her right?”

Malachi didn’t answer.

MK sighed, pressing his lips together. “You didn’t fight when it mattered, bro. You fighting now is just realizing what you lost.”

Malachi looked away, blinking hard.

“I love her..” he said, like a confession.

MK nodded slowly. “I know.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

MK clinked his cup against Malachi’s. “Learn.”

Malachi frowned. “That’s it?”

MK shrugged. “Sometimes you don’t get a redo. You just get the lesson.”

From the backyard, laughter carried through the open door. Yours.

Malachi closed his eyes. And for the first time that night, the truth settled in:

He didn’t lose you when you broke up.

He lost you when he realized another guy can make you smile.

Malachi didn’t say goodbye to anyone.

He grabbed his keys from his pocket and slipped out the front door, the bass thumping faintly through the walls as it closed behind him. The driveway was packed, cars angled every which way, headlights reflecting off spilled cups and footprints in the grass.

He got in his M3 and pulled off. He didn’t head home. Instead, he drove to the back of an empty grocery store parking lot a few miles away. He killed the engine and laid his seat back. The silence that rushed in was only broken by the ticking of the cooling metal under the hood.

He sat there in the dark, staring through the windshield at nothing, before finally pulling his phone from his pocket. Your name was still exactly where it always had been, at the top of his recents.

He clicked the message thread, leaning his head back against the headrest. His thumb hovered over the screen. He wanted to tell you the silence in his car was loud enough to drown him. He wanted to tell you seeing Jay’s hand near yours made him want to break his neck.

His thumbs hovered as he thought of what to say.

Wish we never broke up right now.

He typed it but then deleted it.

We need to link up right now.

He erased it again.

Malachi stared at the empty text box. The silence of the parking lot was suddenly too much. It wasn’t peaceful. It was a preview of a life without you.

He looked at the empty passenger seat. Then his reflection in the rearview mirror.

“Sometimes you don’t get a redo” MK’s voice rang in his head. “You just get the lesson.”

“Fuck that lesson.” Malachi muttered to the empty car.

Texts were what got them here. Half baked words and voice note arguments. If he was going to lose, he wasn’t going to do it from a grocery store parking lot three miles away.

He fixed his seat, slamming the car into reverse, tires screeching against the asphalt as he whipped the M3 around.

He drove back to MK’s faster than he should have. By the time he pulled into the crowded street, his heart was a drum in his chest. He didn’t park. He left the car idling double parked, hazards flashing like a warning signal.

He didn’t go through the front door. He went around the side, through the gate, straight to the backyard.

The fire was dying down. The music had been turned low. You were still there, sitting on the edge of the porch, looking at your phone. Jay was standing a few feet away, talking to someone else.

Malachi didn’t hesitate. He walked straight up to the porch, his Timberland boots heavy on the wood.

You looked up, confused. “Everyone was saying you left.”

“I did” he said, voice raw, ignoring Jay’s stare. He stepped into your space, the heat of the fire and cold night air clashing between you. “I got three miles away and realized I was being a coward.”

“What are you doing?” you say looking up at him.

“I was sitting in my car trying to type a text that explained how much I hate that I stopped choosing us. I deleted it like ten times because I was scared of what you’d say.” He took a shaky breath, reaching out to catch your hand, his fingers cold but grip firm. “But I’m here now. I’m choosing you. Right now. I don’t care who’s watching, and I don’t care how much of a simp I look like right now. I wish we never broke up, Y/N. I’ve regretted it every single second since it happened.”

The backyard went silent. You felt Jay’s gaze, but for the first time all night, you didn’t care about being cool or moving on. You saw the look in Malachi’s eyes. The one that wasn’t nosy or jealous, but completely, painfully honest.

“You’re late.” you said.

“I know” he whispered, stepping closer until your foreheads touched. “But I’m not leaving again. Not unless you tell me there’s absolutely nothing left.”

You looked at him, really looked at him and saw the boy who knew your favorite snacks, the boy from the pictures, the boy who finally decided to fight.

You let out a breath you’d been holding since the breakup. “I was right” you murmured, a small smile breaking through. “You really don’t do subtle.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know me” he chuckled. Before you could say anything else, he leaned in and finally closed the gap.

The kiss wasn’t like the ones from the party photos a year ago. You could feel his love and exhaustion he’s been carrying for months. His hands framed your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones like he was making sure you were actually real, actually there.

The world around you. The people having a random conversation with each other, the music, the firepit, and the lingering tension blurred into the background.

Then, a small, polite throat-clear broke the silence.

Malachi pulled back just an inch, forehead still resting against yours, breathing heavy. You both glanced over to see Jay standing a few feet away, hands in his pockets, lopsided smirk on his face.

“Well” Jay said, tilting his head toward the house. “I’m guessing I should probably find someone else to keep me company by the fire.” He looked at you with a playful wink. “Nice meeting you, Y/N. You’ve got a hell of a protector there even if he is a little dramatic.”

Malachi didn’t snap. He just nodded. Silent respect passed between them. Jay waved and turned back toward the party, disappearing into the crowd with his head held high.

Suddenly, the sliding glass door flew open.

“I KNEW IT!”

MK stumbled onto the porch, fresh drink in one hand, phone in the other, looking like he’d just won the lottery. He pointed a finger between the two of you, grin wide.

“AYYYY! The happy couple is back!” he bellowed, loud enough for a few people in the yard to cheer. “I told you, Malachi! I told you not to be a bum! Look at that! My birthday wish came true! My pep talk worked!”

You laughed, burying your face in Malachi’s chest as he groaned, though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you tight against his side.

“Go back inside, MK!” Malachi yelled.

“I’m going! I’m going!” MK laughed, holding up his cup in a toast. “But someone better be using a coaster in there!”

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Two months later, the empty grocery store parking lot didn’t feel lonely anymore.

The M3 was parked in the very back, under the same flickering streetlight where Malachi had almost given up. But tonight, the engine wasn’t ticking in silence, and the passenger seat wasn’t a ghost.

Windows were slightly fogged from the heater, the radio playing softly, a slow, melodic track that felt like a fresh start.

“You’re doing it again” you teased, leaning your head back against the leather seat as you ate your snacks.

Malachi looked over, hand resting on the center console, inches from yours. “Doing what?”

“Thinking too loud. I can practically hear your brain spinning from over here.”

He let out a short laugh and finally reached out, sliding his hand over yours, lacing fingers together. He didn’t just hold your hand; he held it like he was afraid if he let go, the world might start moving too fast again.

“I was just thinking about that text” he admitted, voice dropping to that low, honest register that always made your stomach flip. “The one I almost sent that night. The ‘Wish we never broke up’ one.”

You squeezed his hand. “I’m glad you didn’t send it.”

He pulled your hand up, kissing your knuckles. “Yeah? Why?”

“Because” you whispered, turning in the seat to face him. “If you sent it, I would’ve just read it on a screen. But because you came back… I got to hear you say it. There’s a difference.”

Malachi’s gaze softened, dark eyes tracing your face like he was memorizing every detail for the thousandth time. He leaned across the console, hand moving to the back of your neck, pulling you into a slow, lingering kiss that tasted like the peppermint gum he always kept in the cupholder.

It was quiet. Simple. Everything the breakup hadn’t been.

“I love you.” He murmured against your lips. “A lot.. Maybe more than the M3…”

You smiled, pulling him back in for another kiss.

“I love you too- more than the M3?!”

You touch his cheeks then his forehead. “Are you sick? Can you smell? Taste?”

Malachi laughs as he grabs your hand pressing a kiss to your wrist.

“I’m fine.. better than ever..”

He wasn’t sitting in the dark wishing things were different. He was sitting in the light, knowing they were exactly the way they were supposed to be.

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Rushed this, but this draft has been sitting in my notes for over a month and needed to be FREE. 🥲💜

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Times Malachi Has Been Freaked Out 🫩 Pt. 3: Christmas Edition 🎄

⚠️ Warning: This fic contains sexual content (18+) and suggestive themes. ⚠️

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Christmas Photos

By the time the photographer finished all the regular poses, you and Malachi were completely relaxed, standing there in your matching Christmas pajamas. Smiles came easily. The fake snow had stopped falling. It was supposed to be the last shot.

“Alrighttt” the photographer said, lowering the camera. “Let’s do one more cute couple picture before you head out. You can sit on his lap. Keep it festive.”

Malachi didn’t hesitate. He gently pulled you down to face him, wrapping his arms around your torso as you settled comfortably. The photographer chuckled, already lifting the camera again.

“That works” he said. “Think Christmas vibes. Jingle bells.”

As you waited for him to finish setting up the shot, you felt it. Malachi’s bulge growing.

You looked over at him and saw he was already smirking.

“You’re jingling my bell” he whispered against your neck, his arms wrapping around you tighter.

You couldn’t help but laugh. As soon as you looked up at the camera, the photographer snapped the photo.

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Target Shopping

You, Malachi, and his parents grabbed carts and decided to split up, agreeing to meet back with whatever you found.

At first, everything was normal.

You came back with wrapping paper, ornaments, and a few things that definitely weren’t on the list. Malachi returned with snacks, batteries, and random stuff he insisted you needed. Easy. Harmless.

Then he disappeared again.

When he came back this time, his hands were full. So full that he resorted to carrying one last box between his teeth. You glanced at him, then followed your eyes to what he was holding.

Condoms.

You froze.

You looked behind him at Felicia and Loren, casually browsing an aisle not too far away.

“…Did you just walk past your parents with that?” you asked.

Malachi pulled the box from his mouth like it was nothing, tossed it into the basket, and shrugged.

“They know what we do.”

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With The Mistletoe

You were trying to help Felicia put the finishing touches on the hallway decorations when you noticed Malachi leaning against the doorframe, looking way too pleased with himself.

You smiled at him until you glanced down. You stopped dead in your tracks staring at the small green sprig he had taped directly to his belt buckle.

“Malachi… Are you serious?” you tried to hide your smiling, checking over your shoulder to make sure his dad wasn’t coming down the hall.

He looked down at it, then back at you with that signature smirk.

“What? It’s a holiday tradition, babe. You gonna follow the rules or what?”

“Not when the mistletoe is there!”

He shrugged, completely unbothered, and stepped closer until the leaves brushed against your leggings.

“Well, I’m not moving it. And you know it’s bad luck to snub the mistletoe.”

“I love whatever is wrong with you” you chuckled. “Your mom said she’s coming right back.”

“Then we better be quick” he whispered, his hands sliding onto your waist to pull you in.

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Decorating

“Is the star straight?” you called out, standing on the stool, reaching as high as you could on your tiptoes.

You felt Malachi’s hands steadying your hips from behind. At first, it felt helpful. Then his grip tightened, and you felt him press his face against the end of your back.

“Malachi stop! I’m gonna fall!” you giggled, trying to swat him away.

“No you’re not. I got you” he mumbled against your skin, his hands wandering dangerously low.

“You better hope so. Otherwise, who’s gonna put out the milk and cookies for Santa tonight?” you joked.

Malachi looked at you… then between your legs.

“Forget Santa. I see a cookie I wanna eat.”

You tilted your head at him. “Right now? With the lights on?”

He gently pulled you off the step stool and straight into his chest.

“Especially with the lights on. I wanna see exactly what I’m getting for Christmas.”

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Making Gingerbread Houses

“I think the roof is gonna collapse” you say, trying to hold the gingerbread pieces together with sticky white icing.

Malachi was “helping” which mostly meant eating the gumdrops. He watched you struggle for a moment, then reached over and smeared a glob of icing right onto your bottom lip.

“What are you doing?!” you laugh as you lose your concentration.

He leaned in, licking the icing off your lip before you could wipe it.

“Just returning the favor” he said before kissing you.

You blinked, confused. “Returning what favor?”

He let out a short laugh, leaning closer.

“You did the same thing to me last night… except it wasn’t icing you were licking off my lap.”

Your mouth dropped as you tried not to laugh.

“Get out of the kitchen Malachi!”

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Giving You an Anklet

It was late on Christmas Eve, and the house was finally quiet. You were sitting on Malachi’s bed when he tossed a small velvet box onto the duvet.

“Early gift” he smirked.

You opened it to find a delicate gold anklet, tiny charms chiming softly as the box shifted.

“Malachi! it’s gorgeous… but it’s so dainty. I’m scared I’ll break it.”

He fastened it around your ankle, his fingers lingering on your skin. He gave your leg a small shake, listening to the soft chime of the jewelry.

“Don’t worry about the chain, babe. It’s stronger than it looks” he said.

“I just wanted you to have something that makes a little noise… so I can keep a steady rhythm when we gotta be quiet.”

You blinked. “A steady rhythm? What are you talking about-”

Malachi didn’t answer. He just sat up slowly, giving you that look that told you exactly what rhythm he had in mind.

You laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him.

“Thank you, babe.”

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On Live

You stood in front of your vanity, ring light reflecting in your eyes, as you smoothed down your cherry-red dress.

“Okay, so the dress is on. I feel like the red is perfect for the Friends-Mas party.”

In the background, Malachi was laid out on your bed, already dressed in a sharp black button down and slacks. He was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through his phone, but his eyes kept flickering up to you.

“You look good, babe” he said, his voice low enough for the mic to catch. “My fine mamacita.”

You giggled at his Spanish. “Thank you babe. But it’s not too short? I feel like when I walk it’s gonna-”

“It’s the perfect length for me” he cut in, smirking. “You won’t be doing much walking later.”

You looked straight at the comments and seen they were already starting to flood in with the emojis and contract jokes.

“Anyway!” you said quickly. “I’m done. Let’s see if the Grinch is actually ready.”

You flipped the camera towards him.

As soon as the lens hit him, Malachi's eyes went wide. He didn't even hesitate. He snatched a nearby throw pillow and slammed it onto his lap, adjusting himself so fast it was a blur.

“Chillll babe” he said, voice strained. “Give a man a warning.”

The comments exploded.

• DID Y’ALL SEE HOW FAST HE MOVED??

• WHY WAS THAT SO QUICK 😭

• Oh I KNOW why 💀

• Moved so fast my screen recording didn’t catch it 😂

“We gotta go.” Malachi said, standing abruptly, still holding the pillow.

“Bye chat.”

He ended the live.

“Why did you do that?” you laughed.

He removed the pillow, revealing his bulge, and chuckled.

“You gotta help me. I can’t drive like this.”

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The Mall Vlog

You held your phone up to the mirror, filming a quick clip for your vlog while Malachi stood beside you in a pair of straight leg jeans he was already suspicious of. You’re both in the mall’s fitting room, trying on pants for another Christmas party.

Malachi turned to face the camera, then back to the mirror, frowning at his reflection.

“They’re too tight, babe” he said, tugging at the waistband. “And I look awkward.”

You looked him over, genuinely not seeing whatever issue he was seeing.

“He’s over here talking about ‘I don’t know, I never wear straight jeans’ ” you said to the camera, tilting your head slightly as you checked him out.

You didn’t even blink, just kept the video going.

“Boy, I’m about to rip you out them jeans.”

Malachi froze.

He lifted his head slowly from the mirror and stared at you for a second before breaking into a laugh.

“Babe… What!??” he asked, heat creeping into his grin. “I’m usually the one saying stuff like this!”

You giggled.

“I’m serious” you said, finally turning the video off.

He didn’t waste a second stepping into your space, close enough that you felt it immediately.

“Say it again” he smiles.

“Without the camera.”

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Happy Holidays💜